Deflected from our own Recollection

A decibel which was never sounded
apart from something and not only
sounded but wrung proddingly
was not heard. The event
of its unnoticed creation
was post-existing, very much
like the unexpected
crash of its unremarkable
making--a word never formulated
nor something on which
thoughts linger. Unexperienced
and unrecollectable, the moment
is unperturbed, indefinable.

"But the water surface ripples,
the whole light changes"